No charm can sway
A heart already let out to every dog, bred and stray
Are those flowers you hide ?
Let them go, they wilt on the night’s other side
This veil doesn’t hide, it begs the passerby
To pay the price of a moment’s loss of disguise
Fawning and fussing over ribbons and laces
What do I know? I was the trophy at races
That piece of paper you clutch on to so dearly,
Hand it to me now, at least this, do it fearlessly.
Is there anything left to be said
I doubt if mystique is your best bet
Go home dearest, this place reeks
Of disease, of death and of rape on streets
Go back to a place where sadness is still a song
Where there is still right and hopefully still a wrong.